Why would you think
we couldn't hear the trains
pass through?
The walls are plywood.
Why would the roaches
stop reproducing?
They got to fuck too.
Sleeping on a pile
of dirty cloths.
What i would do for a mattress.
Why can't we stay sober.
Could it be this sink hole
we call home?
Or simply the company we keep?
Where do we go once
the landlord gives us the boot?
We have been without
electricity and heat for weeks.
How much worse could it be?
We got to exchange our change
for cheap beer and smokes.
Count out those pennies.
Thank god we got our mates.
After the drugs are gone
we still got support.
At the end of a summer day,
that's all that i care about
now that we've strayed.
Author notes
we stayed in a run down duplex. every thing was broken, and the roach problem showed up Joe's Apartment.
Made some great friends, and had some times that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
but every time i drive by i feel cold and empty.
have you lived there before?
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I'm surethere are times of our life that we would all change... Your words here bringback the starkness and reality of the coildness from those times, despite being seemingly happy/content at the time... Easily read, I think I'd like to see some more colour in your works of this nature, like wham, inb your face this ius the reality of what I see. Great work poet...
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god...this is just amazing...amazing how we make it through those times of shit!!another great piece!!
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this poem is fucking great. captures the essence and the dislogic of that time so well. i would love to read a whole book in your narrative voice. like some others said.. in your face and gritty.. just like that sinkhole you were living in haha great job as usual
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one day i'm going to have all of my fucked up life poems published in a book.
one day....
thanks
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this was great ..........btw,ill b starting collg this fall.........and i hv no idea how or where id be living!
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wow this was so gritty and real. very in your face i absolutly loved it!
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thanks.
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not too bad. A good and bad remembering of the past. I like it.
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